paroles de chanson Derail and Crash - The Wombats

I met you four months last Sunday,
My oh my what a happy, clappy fun day.
We started off as jobs in catering,
Had no idea of the pain this cheap pay could bring.
Now that your tickle has become a scratch,
This ghost train will derail and crash.
Like Blackpool's Pepsi Max,
We will derail and crash, derail and crash.
You moved my wardrobe out the front door,
A slight indication of what I've come home, what I'm in for.
You were watching Tarantino loud on widescreen,
I catch your eye and the barrel points at me.
Looks like your tickle has become a scratch,
This ghost train will derail and crash.
Like Blackpool's Pepsi Max,
We will derail and crash, derail and crash.
Derail and crash
Derail and crash
Derail and crash
Derail and crash